Whenever my (Carl) mother would ask my brother and I how many ravioli we wanted, she always said “how many DOZEN ravioli you want? 2? 3? 4” She used to say that she gave me 4 slices of Lasagna because she was too lazy to cut the others. I guess we carried my mother’s ways, because there’s nothing “little” about our servings. Heck, our calzone is 18″ long – ain’t nobody gonna be able to eat that in one sitting (many have tried, but only two have succeeded). On Sundays, my Grandmother would make food and pastries for 25 to 30 people (seriously, that was a usual tradition). That’s honestly the reason we’re closed Sundays – it’s still our family day.